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My hands are ships tracing your arms,  navigating the sea of your curves,anchored by the salt of your lips,exulting in your sunset skin.I chart a course through your intricacies,Exploring the farthest corners of you. —- Something sensual — I drew this while waiting at the car wash. Also, I have a moleskine now, so I’m dabbling in trad art again.